[ Murphy glowers at her for a moment, a bitter comment on the tip of his tongue. She really hasn't done anything to deserve his poison, though. In fact, that's part of the problem. Every day she treats him better than she ought to, and every day he owes her for it. The kind of debt that can never be repaid.
He can't accept her help immediately. Not with those emotions churning. He takes a breath and exhales in a sigh, gives himself a few seconds to pack up his damage and hide it somewhere she hopefully won't feel it.
He has to remember that he loves Clarke. That his frustration isn't with her, but with himself. Murphy only takes her hand once he's sure it's the love she'll feel through their empathy bond, not the ugliness. ]
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He can't accept her help immediately. Not with those emotions churning. He takes a breath and exhales in a sigh, gives himself a few seconds to pack up his damage and hide it somewhere she hopefully won't feel it.
He has to remember that he loves Clarke. That his frustration isn't with her, but with himself. Murphy only takes her hand once he's sure it's the love she'll feel through their empathy bond, not the ugliness. ]